"dear fred,
i miss you more and more every day. things are a lot better and easier since the war but still, sometimes it's still hard to breathe without you around.
i miss waking up beside you. i miss putting my cold feet on yours and listening to you scold me for doing so. i miss your dumb jokes and cheesy puns. i miss the way you'd hold me. i miss you. so much.
fleur says i shouldn't be stressing or be so sad because of arty, it's unhealthy for him. but i can't help it.
honestly fred, i'm so fucking terrified. i know i have the support of your family and i know i'm not raising him on my own, but knowing you aren't here to help kills me. i'm scared, fred. i'm not ready, i need you here.
love,
calla xx"
